My new television comes with Twitter. I have no idea why.
You can roast anything, really, over fire. Marshmallows, bananas, the love note some boy camper with a retainer slipped into your duffle bag.
As long as I indulge it, the craving for a cigarette will never go away. And I don’t want one cigarette – I want 20. And there is nothing cleansing in slow destruction.
Make them fuel to your fire. Burn through it. See where it gets you. It will run out, but not before you’re in a better place.